< TO Phoenix: According to you I'm a ******** princess, you think you can afford this dowry? Don't you also have to slay a dragon or bring my dad a dozen wild golden-horned bulls or something? >
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< TO Phoenix: Not that you couldn't. >
xxlizbot
< TO Phoenix: Also: what? >
MY STATS
My character's username: The Waxwing Slain My character's level: 6 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Caterpillar Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Waxwing fits neatly into the "attractively weatherbeaten highwayman" archetype: rough brown hair falling a bit longer than his coarsely-stubbled jaw, a rakish scar across one brow, a lean and wiry build,and a general bearing of ne'er-do-well garnished with an unimpressed, "been there, done that" stare from dark, deep-set eyes. A pair of dark stag's antlers finish the carefully-constructed suggestion of a barely-tamed animal.
Whose face was very like a crow, With eyes, like cinders, all aglow, Who seemed distracted with his woe--
Of course he would drag his feet and question and sass. Phoenix smiled because, really, it was part of his charm.
rejam
< TO The Waxwing Slain: yes yes and if you want me to do a thing to like earn your hand or something then i will do the thing >
rejam
< TO The Waxwing Slain: come over to these tall as ******** teacup things youll know its the right place by all the couples with the awesome effect thing >
OOC
My character's username: Phoenix My character's level: 15 (exp: 50/100) Character's HP: 30 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character:
Tall and curvy with a proud bearing, Phoenix strides about in red and black Gryphon armour like it was designed just to swirl dramatically about her and emphasize how freaking majestic she is. From the name, to the cockscomb of a faux hawk, to vivid orange-red eyes, Phoenix's appearance announces: I bring the fire.
He did not get lost again. The teacups were an effective landmark.
He found his way over to Phoenix and by the time he made it there he was giving everyone present a distinctly suspicious look, and he extended it, very graciously, to her, because excluding her would be rude.
"Really?" he asked, warily. And he tried not to think about the Caterpillar, and he tried not to think about anything, really, but that was normal. "Your hair," he added forlornly, apparently still hung up on this.
MY STATS
My character's username: The Waxwing Slain My character's level: 6 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Caterpillar Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Waxwing fits neatly into the "attractively weatherbeaten highwayman" archetype: rough brown hair falling a bit longer than his coarsely-stubbled jaw, a rakish scar across one brow, a lean and wiry build,and a general bearing of ne'er-do-well garnished with an unimpressed, "been there, done that" stare from dark, deep-set eyes. A pair of dark stag's antlers finish the carefully-constructed suggestion of a barely-tamed animal.
Whose face was very like a crow, With eyes, like cinders, all aglow, Who seemed distracted with his woe--
She grinned easily at the look, though the comment made her falter a bit, one hand making an abortive move to touch the side of her scalp. Expression going wry, Phoenix replied, "Yeah...real me was kind of an a*****e about it, too."
She went quiet and looked away for a moment, before pointing out the adorable dormouse, scurrying about and ushering couples into the massive teacups. Features growing bright and pleased once more, the girl returned her attention to Slain. "Let's get married," she repeated aloud, bouncing on her toes.
OOC
My character's username: Phoenix My character's level: 15 (exp: 50/100) Character's HP: 30 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character:
Tall and curvy with a proud bearing, Phoenix strides about in red and black Gryphon armour like it was designed just to swirl dramatically about her and emphasize how freaking majestic she is. From the name, to the cockscomb of a faux hawk, to vivid orange-red eyes, Phoenix's appearance announces: I bring the fire.
It was a good thing she'd said it, because at the words "real me" he'd faltered, visibly shaken, and he'd almost poured out an apology at her feet, for things he hadn't done and for things that he had that didn't affect her at all. He swallowed, making some idly unnecessary adjustment of a strap around his arm in the breath or two it took to recover his emotional footing.
"I'm not wearing anything blue and I don't know if this is old or new or who I could borrow s**t from," he said. "Good enough? Good enough. This is ******** up," he added, but it was obvious that he was once again getting swept up inexorably into her wake, and he made a limp sort of "lead the way" gesture.
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MY STATS
My character's username: The Waxwing Slain My character's level: 6 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Caterpillar Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Waxwing fits neatly into the "attractively weatherbeaten highwayman" archetype: rough brown hair falling a bit longer than his coarsely-stubbled jaw, a rakish scar across one brow, a lean and wiry build,and a general bearing of ne'er-do-well garnished with an unimpressed, "been there, done that" stare from dark, deep-set eyes. A pair of dark stag's antlers finish the carefully-constructed suggestion of a barely-tamed animal.
Whose face was very like a crow, With eyes, like cinders, all aglow, Who seemed distracted with his woe--
"More n'good, honey," she assured him, holding out an elbow to gallantly escort him, the gesture quickly catching the desired attention. The dormouse was even cuter as she circled and tugged them about, herding the two into the cup while chattering excitedly about their love and apparent...beamishness.
Phoenix nodded sagely at the creature's warning upon reaching the aisle they were to walk down. "He is a shy one at that, an I wouldn't put it past him to take to floating." She shot Slain a look of exaggerated sternness as she spoke.
OOC
My character's username: Phoenix My character's level: 15 (exp: 50/100) Character's HP: 30 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character:
Tall and curvy with a proud bearing, Phoenix strides about in red and black Gryphon armour like it was designed just to swirl dramatically about her and emphasize how freaking majestic she is. From the name, to the cockscomb of a faux hawk, to vivid orange-red eyes, Phoenix's appearance announces: I bring the fire.
The Dormouse went about her flurried preparations in front of them as Taym unthinkingly took the provided basket and then held it awkwardly, having arrived at the sudden opinion that a basket was not a manly thing to hold, possibly ever. He was herded partially by dormouse and partially by Phoenix's chivalric grip on his elbow to the first table, whereupon he immediately, upon direction, sampled the first cake (expression: bewilderment, vague disgust) and waited to see if he'd shrink, or grow, or whatever else. He did not. He observed the impatiently waiting dormouse, and tried the second (expression: boredom).
"Oh god," he hissed in Phoenix's ear, but what followed was not an irritated assessment of the basket situation or the cake situation, but instead: "I don't know what she is but she's ******** adorable. Have you met Molly Finn yet?"
He sampled the third cake, and a sort of strange expression of deep appreciation, pseudo-inappropriate in its sudden hedonism, ventured across his face. He ate it slowly and without bothering with the rest of the options immediately scooped it up, shamelessly and absently licking frosting off his thumb.
MY STATS
My character's username: The Waxwing Slain My character's level: 6 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Caterpillar Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Waxwing fits neatly into the "attractively weatherbeaten highwayman" archetype: rough brown hair falling a bit longer than his coarsely-stubbled jaw, a rakish scar across one brow, a lean and wiry build,and a general bearing of ne'er-do-well garnished with an unimpressed, "been there, done that" stare from dark, deep-set eyes. A pair of dark stag's antlers finish the carefully-constructed suggestion of a barely-tamed animal.
Whose face was very like a crow, With eyes, like cinders, all aglow, Who seemed distracted with his woe--
There had been a suspicion that had begun with Kostya bringing Taym minipets and grown with the kitten incident. But this confirmed it. Phoenix tried not to smile too widely at what she considered the definite confirmation that Obadiah Thompson was weak against small, cute things. "Naw," she answered, "just spoke with her on twitter, she seemed proper lovely."
The novelty of the wedding grew still more when she was treated to the rare sight of him eating normally, without anything twisting what would simply be a treat to anyone else. Smile growing wistful about the edges, she took the best slice of cake, as it was biggest and also everything, and placed it in the basket.
The next table was a bunch of tablets, and Phoenix made a face at the idea of a constellation guiding their union. That sort of talk sounded unpleasantly familiar, and as this was her special wedding day, it was talk she could do with out. Taking very little time to pick, Phoenix plucked up the Queen, as it was the closest they had to President of the Union.
She waggled it significantly at Slain, "Just so you remember who's boss, princess."
The reminder had not entirely escaped his notice, either, which somewhat soured his reception of her choice, made while he turned the Caterpillar tablet over in his fingers, face blank. He didn't want it; it was only curiosity. He'd known from early on which tablet would find its way into his hands, and accordingly, he picked up the Knight, turning it towards her briefly.
He hesitated, clearly about to make some sort of sniping, sarcastic commentary about being at her service or requesting a sign of her favor for the lists, or something similarly ridiculous and self-deprecating in tone. Instead he loosed her hand from his elbow to guide it into his instead under the guise of irritably shaking out his arm, and he half-led, half-followed her to the next table.
He waited until they were both combing through the box, and then, quickly, chaste, fond, comfortably, when the dormouse's back was turned because that felt appropriate, he kissed the stubbled side of her head above her ear and immediately pretended he hadn't.
(They were not themselves; they were all mad here.)
He dipped his hand into the chaos of the box, and it emerged, twice in a row, with the tiny plastic baby in his hands, and both times he pushed it back in among the other trinkets, expressionless and avoiding her eye. The third he held in his palm a rough-surfaced stone, strangely cold to the touch. He closed his fingers around it.
MY STATS
My character's username: The Waxwing Slain My character's level: 6 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Caterpillar Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Waxwing fits neatly into the "attractively weatherbeaten highwayman" archetype: rough brown hair falling a bit longer than his coarsely-stubbled jaw, a rakish scar across one brow, a lean and wiry build,and a general bearing of ne'er-do-well garnished with an unimpressed, "been there, done that" stare from dark, deep-set eyes. A pair of dark stag's antlers finish the carefully-constructed suggestion of a barely-tamed animal.
Whose face was very like a crow, With eyes, like cinders, all aglow, Who seemed distracted with his woe--
Caiden wandered around the tea party area, arching an eyebrow when he came to the overturned teacups. They were huge. Like, big enough for someone to live in or something. He stood there for a moment, wondering if he should go inside. "Eh, why not..." he reasoned and slipped between the crack. A crazy looking dormouse came out to greet him. She kinda looked like she was dressed for a wedding.
"Wait what? Marriage?" Okay, now he was confused. He turned to some girl who was nearby. She was actually kinda hot. "You have any idea what the hell she's talking about?" he asked her.
OOC
My character's username: RockerReaper My character's level: 8 Character's HP: 30 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Short, curly black hair. Boots, pirate coat, pirate hat. Blue, green, black.
The commentary ran automatically through her head before he could decide not to make it. Action spoke so much louder than words in her world, and her expression was surprised but pleased as she trailed beside him and was treated to another affectionate gesture. Fiery eyes shuttered closed for a second, cataloging the moment along with the other small rewards and treasures found along this odd journey.
The small toy he'd pulled out wasn't lost on her, but she didn't react or say anything beyond a brief squeeze of his hand. Instead she reached in for herself and pulled out a matchbook full of paperclips and couldn't help the smile that accompanied the realization of what it held. It wasn't wrong. But it wasn't quite right, either. Next she pulled out a puzzle piece, the heart a vivid red against the black of a partial human silhouette. Her favourite bit of herself, the one she could rely on to move and anchor her. To always lead her ever forward. This she placed in the basket as well.
Phoenix tugged Slain toward the last table and finally let go of his hand to shove cake and stars and herself into a teapot that shouldn't be able to hold any of that, yet somehow did. Pouring the results into a cup, the sight of the ring, her ring, made the girl gasp and then laugh, clapping at the perfection of it. Plucking it up, she held it high into the light and then close for squinting scrutiny.
Finally through, she turned to Slain, holding her hand out to his expectantly.
Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2014 3:09 am
She didnt know what this place was, but as long as it didnt have any Jabberwockys, endless forests, or glitches she was quite okay with chilling here for the time being. Wiz kept wandering till she almost missed the cute little door mouse just sitting there, waiting for something. Wiz instantly croched and ginned widely.
She was just so CUTE!
Hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng! She wished she had a jar...
Wait....did she just say marriage?
The hell.....?
Wiz blinked and stood up to face whomever had asked her the question, tilting her head. He was kinda....odd looking, but kind cute?
"Im trying to figure that out right now....Im terribly confused..."
OOC
My character's username: ManaicalIceWiz My character's level: 7 Character's HP: 30 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Mad Tea Party Small IC description of character:
Tall, blue-skinned and purple eyed, ManaicalIceWiz sports the caterpillar garb with a brown cape and pink top armor with silver. She also has black pants and silver armor boots with spikes on them. One thing to note is her hair which is a shinny white, as if it was made of melting ice.
"Well, apparently, if we don't do what the mouse says, we'll float away." Seemed reasonable. Sort of. Well, Wonderland reasonable. "So," he said and held his hand out to her. "Wanna get hitched?" he asked with a roguish grin.
Normally...marriage was not something he was interested in. At least not at his age. Seriously? But this was a game. This stuff wouldn't last once they woke up. Right? Whatever, he shrugged it off and kept smiling at the blue icy chick.
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My character's username: RockerReaper My character's level: 8 Character's HP: 30 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Short, curly black hair. Boots, pirate coat, pirate hat. Blue, green, black.
FORSCIENCE!!!! And because we like to torture our characters uwu
Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2014 3:18 am
It was a game to her, of course: everything was, in some way or another, or at least that's what he'd started to think. He'd thought that maybe he could have wicked some of that away from her through the contact of their fingers, but of course he hadn't and then she'd let him go anyway.
He eyed the ring with the nerves suddenly trickling back in--he didn't trust it; didn't trust this place; didn't, really, even trust her--and then he obediently deposited mushroom cake, knight tablet, and cold stone into the teapot. He poured the ring into the cup and the cup into his hand and he turned the ring over, examining it in all its plainness, before reaching to take her hand (his did not shake here; this was not lost on him) again.
Wiz looked at the mouse, then to the mystery person's hand and back about three times before she shrugged and took his hand. Why did she do it?
Because SCIENCE!
and it was just a game anyway so there was no harm...
Quote:
A stack of woven baskets awaits you. It would be wise to pick one up to simplify the item-carrying process, unless you intend to carry all of them in your hands. Even a cursory glance at each of the tables seems to indicate that the basket is the best choice.
The first table that you encounter is lined with an assortment of many kinds of cakes. Some look a bit strange, but they are all clearly labeled for ease of identification, thankfully.
A sign written in beautiful calligraphic print says: CHOOSE ONE.
"Taste it, if it helps!" the dormouse impatiently whispers, as she follows close behind you.
OOC
My character's username: ManaicalIceWiz My character's level: 7 Character's HP: 30 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Mad Tea Party Small IC description of character:
Tall, blue-skinned and purple eyed, ManaicalIceWiz sports the caterpillar garb with a brown cape and pink top armor with silver. She also has black pants and silver armor boots with spikes on them. One thing to note is her hair which is a shinny white, as if it was made of melting ice.
